Am F
passing through the arms of satan
Dm F G
reaching for the hands of god
Am F
robbing every mind for wisdom
Dm F G
running so he won’t get caught
Am F
he’s outlawed by majority
Dm F G
been branded all his life
Am F
some say that he’s a sinner man
Dm F G
as he rides from day to night

Am G F
he’s a bad man , so they say
Dm G Am
living for his love and living free
G F
riding swift and secretly
Dm G Am
so he’ll miss the hanging tree
G F
wounded spirit on the wind
Dm G Am
riding to his dream and destiny

he’s laughing at the wanted posters
calling for his friends to see
laughing aloud as he rides away
kicking up the dust with speed
time hands him down a pathway
and freedom is a horse he rides
glory is a dream he’s after
and fortune is his heart’s delight

riding swift and secretly
so he’ll miss the hanging tree
wounded spirit on the wind
riding to his dream and destiny